Fun Quotable Quotes with My Wife, Sarah!

Last night we were whirling around the house getting ready for a ritzy little party.  I was thrilled to have--on my own--assemble shoes, pants, shirt and blazer.   I stormed the bathroom where my wife was teasing death with a curling iron and a cloud of flammable hair products.  I was full of hope that my ensemble  would convince my love to let me leave the house.  There have been times when she's turned me away at the door, the outside world's dress code to stringent for my wardrobe. 

I asked  what she thought.  

Pause.  And then a noise.  "Aaaaaaa," as she searched for friendly fire.

Ready, aim..."Well, I guess there won't be any bright lights there..."  blam.

She was right.  The room was so dimly lit that she didn't even notice me using her drink tickets.